In
post-apocalyptic North America, rape and sexual slavery are legal.
Lila Velez, desperately wants to lose her virginity before the troops
visit her town, and can take it away by force. She makes plans to
seduce her only friend, Rey, the most attractive man in her town.
Lila does not love him, but he is the only man who has shown her true
affection, an affection she is willing to take as a substitute of
love.

Lila’s
coping mechanism to her mother’s violent attack is her secret. A
secret that will bring her closer to Aleksey Fürst, a foreign,
broody man that she distrusts because his links to the troops and his
rough, yet irresistible appearance. He offers Lila an alternative to
her plans, a possibility that terrifies her…and tempts her in spite
of herself.

All
the while Lila will have to find a way to live in the constant
company of death, slavery, starvation, sexual abuse and the danger of
losing the people she loves the most.

Due
to strong language, violent scenes and sexual content, this book is
not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Just
then I hear sounds above the current noise. Steps on the river beach.
I’m barely armed not to mention undressed and unprepared. My razors
might keep Starville peeping toms at bay, but they’ll be useless
against soldiers.

I
hear steps approaching and I wade away. In no time I find myself far
from where I left my clothes. My best chance to safely get out of
this situation is to avoid a fight. I can remain hidden if I move to
the other side of the river behind the rocks. If soldiers see me so
vulnerable and naked, I’m doomed.

I
need to hurry. I have to head home soon and make sure my dad and
siblings are safe.

The
steps sound like they come from only one person but I can’t be
sure. As they sound closer, I notice they come from my right.

I
don’t know what I’m more afraid of: the intruder being an armed
soldier or the fact of being caught so exposed.

Trying
to not splash attract attention, I put distance between me and the
steps. Hiding behind some bushes and rocks, I submerge myself,
leaving only my head above the water line.

I
stand still. Several minutes pass and I hear nothing. When I consider
it safe to leave my hiding place, I swim, splashing as little as I
can.

Then
I notice something that makes my heart skip a beat.

I’m
not the only person here. There’s someone else treading the water.
I can’t see how many people are around, but I can hear as someone
else splashes.

A
feel of panic rushes hot through my veins.

I’m
surprised no one’s attacked me yet. Haven’t they seen me? Does
the splashing come from Starvillers hiding from the shots as well?

For
a moment there’s only silence. Then another shot startles me and I
fight my body to keep calm. I swim as fast as I can, not caring about
silence anymore. Better to put distance between myself and my
possible enemies. The water and the current make my escape slow. I
reach a point where the water is only at my knees and I’m hiding
behind a trunk.

Then
I see him.

A
young man, so tall and built that for a moment, I think he’s
Sasquatch minus the fur. The water only covers him around the thighs.
No one in Starville, not even Rey, is so big or built. His strong
muscles reveal years of military training and hint at the drug use
that makes Patriot soldiers so inhumanly tall and big. Wet strands of
sandy blond hair run down his broad shoulders. A tattoo on his back
tells me he has been in combat and is to be respected. A soldier!
Something tells me he’s alone.

My
stomach clenches in panic. I’m terrified of Patriot soldiers. They
are sadistic giants and killing machines. The tonics they take to
build their muscles and stature make them extremely dangerous and
violent. And horny.

I
lose sight of him for a moment. He emerges in a different spot where
the water is deeper. He is so tall, the water covers only up his
waist while he’s standing. He must be at least seven feet tall.
When he moves I can see his most private areas. Every part of him is
enormous.

He’s
in the very spot I left my clothes. I could wait for him to go, but
what if others come to join him? What if they plan to camp here? I
want to go home to check on my dad and the twins. The possibility of
being discovered with no one to witness when he rapes me makes the
hairs on the back of my neck prick. I won’t wait for the coast to
be clear, risking discovery and gang rape.

He
doesn’t seem to be in attack mode. The soldier is inclined and
rubbing foam around his huge torso. He is bathing! I suspect he has a
good reason to be unbothered by the shots. If he’s not startled,
it’s likely whoever’s making the racket will take his side.

Suppressing
the fear that runs through my veins, I force my mind to remain
focused. For a moment, I consider attacking him while he’s so naked
and defenseless. I’ve been practicing knife throwing with my rebel
group. But I’m still learning and suck at it. I rarely hit the
target. Besides, Sasquatch’s nakedness and apparent relaxed
behavior are deceiving. I’m armed while bathing, so he probably is
too. What if he alerts his companions?

I
don’t stand a chance fighting against a trained unit of
steroid-injected soldiers. At this moment my only advantage is my
knowledge of the hiding places of this river. And stealth. I can do
stealth.

He’s
blocking the only way to get my clothes and the safer spot to get out
of the river. There’s a gargantuan rock behind him that reaches
not far from where I’m hiding. If I could climb it unseen, I could
get back my clothes and escape. The only other option is to swim to
the other side, where the current is too strong.

The
soldier submerges frequently and emerges several minutes after. I pay
attention to the soldier’s face. He looks extremely sad. Sadness
isn’t an emotion I associate with soldiers.

When
he rubs his face with foam and closes his eyes, I silently approach
the low part of the current and climb the rock. I’m still naked and
holding a knife awkwardly. If I can pass him, I’ll hide on the
other side and then dress completely unnoticed.

I
put my foot on the base of the rock. The water has made it smooth and
slippery. There are few places to put my fingers and climb on. But I
manage to climb my way up.

When
I’m almost at the top, I toss my knife over the rock to free my
hands. From here I can confirm the soldier is by himself.

Sasquatch
is back under the water now and hasn’t resurfaced for a while. In
spite of the danger, I’m impressed. He has lung capacity.

The
higher I climb, the less visible I become to him. He finally emerges
to take air, but I hide until he goes back under.

I’m
close to my goal when my feet become slippery traitors.

I
fall to the water below me.

Butt
first. Straight toward the soldier’s head.

About
the Author:

Mya
Robarts is a bookaholic who regrets nothing.

She
spent years trying to become a contemporary dance choreographer.
Eventually she realized that she enjoyed writing her stories rather
than dancing to them.

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